So sang the old dog down the street beside his wailing wall...

[gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com]

[After dark, Tuesday, January 26th; day 240]
[On the road to the Water Tower]


The night falls like an old coat shrugged onto bent shoulders, warm and soothing, and it slides into my veins like a drug. I'm outside when it comes, in the fields near the woods for no reason I can remember. Maybe I didn't have a reason. Maybe I just wanted to see the sunset.

I sit there while the shadows fall around me, and I sit until a light snow begins drifting down from the sky. The deputy asked me about the cannibal, and I couldn't remember his name. I couldn't remember why I came out here. I couldn't remember who I was.

I couldn't remember.

After a while I get to my feet (paws) and trot across the snow-dusted field. The clouds blanket the sky, but I can still sense the stars. They sing to me as I run, and their light dances behind my eyes, all the way to the tower.

I don't go straight in. My tongue lolls as I pant, and I pace. If Marbas is right, then Sugaar was affected too...and he might not be in any mood to see me. But he'll have sensed my approach. I'll know soon enough, and I can wait.

[OPEN to IBLIS]

So sang the old dog down the street beside his wailing wall...

[gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com]

[After dark, Tuesday, January 26th; day 240]
[On the road to the Water Tower]


The night falls like an old coat shrugged onto bent shoulders, warm and soothing, and it slides into my veins like a drug. I'm outside when it comes, in the fields near the woods for no reason I can remember. Maybe I didn't have a reason. Maybe I just wanted to see the sunset.

I sit there while the shadows fall around me, and I sit until a light snow begins drifting down from the sky. The deputy asked me about the cannibal, and I couldn't remember his name. I couldn't remember why I came out here. I couldn't remember who I was.

I couldn't remember.

After a while I get to my feet (paws) and trot across the snow-dusted field. The clouds blanket the sky, but I can still sense the stars. They sing to me as I run, and their light dances behind my eyes, all the way to the tower.

I don't go straight in. My tongue lolls as I pant, and I pace. If Marbas is right, then Sugaar was affected too...and he might not be in any mood to see me. But he'll have sensed my approach. I'll know soon enough, and I can wait.

[OPEN to IBLIS]

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

Tuesday night, January 26th.
The Follow Me Boy

It's a damp, gray day.  The type of day that seems to seep into my bones now, and make me wish I were somewhere south and sunny at this time of year.  The type of day that makes me long for a glass of good wine and a fire place and a lovely woman at my side.

I suppose I could go to the Tavern, for I am sure I could find all three.  But I am not minded to be social, as it were.  I've been social for a few weeks.  I've been busy, and it's been so easy to stop there for a drink.  And then I get talking to Iago, or flirting with Lannie, or diagnosing someone at the bar...

and I really can't remember the last time I have spent any time with Miao.   Quality time, that is.  I miss the way she smiles, the way she speaks, the scent and feel of her hair.   I realize the last two times I saw her was when she completely lost her memory, and when I checked in the other week, the day the town seemed to regain their collective memory.  Including me.  Didn't think I had been affected, but... c'est la vie.  I couldn't stay long that day because of the mass chaos that ensued.  I've popped my head in since to say hello, and drop off flowers from Nothe, or baked good from Edmund, but I never had the time to linger. 

Tonight I make the time, leaving a note on my office door that if their are any emergencies, head to the abbey.  One of the novices there knows if I am not at my office, to look for me at The Tavern or at The 'Boy.

Trying not to let the cold drizzle sour my mood, I jog down Silk to the 'Boy and ring the bell. 

(open to Miao)

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee.

[docconstantine.livejournal.com]

Tuesday night, January 26th.
The Follow Me Boy

It's a damp, gray day.  The type of day that seems to seep into my bones now, and make me wish I were somewhere south and sunny at this time of year.  The type of day that makes me long for a glass of good wine and a fire place and a lovely woman at my side.

I suppose I could go to the Tavern, for I am sure I could find all three.  But I am not minded to be social, as it were.  I've been social for a few weeks.  I've been busy, and it's been so easy to stop there for a drink.  And then I get talking to Iago, or flirting with Lannie, or diagnosing someone at the bar...

and I really can't remember the last time I have spent any time with Miao.   Quality time, that is.  I miss the way she smiles, the way she speaks, the scent and feel of her hair.   I realize the last two times I saw her was when she completely lost her memory, and when I checked in the other week, the day the town seemed to regain their collective memory.  Including me.  Didn't think I had been affected, but... c'est la vie.  I couldn't stay long that day because of the mass chaos that ensued.  I've popped my head in since to say hello, and drop off flowers from Nothe, or baked good from Edmund, but I never had the time to linger. 

Tonight I make the time, leaving a note on my office door that if their are any emergencies, head to the abbey.  One of the novices there knows if I am not at my office, to look for me at The Tavern or at The 'Boy.

Trying not to let the cold drizzle sour my mood, I jog down Silk to the 'Boy and ring the bell. 

(open to Miao)

All men dream, but not equally.

[goddessnanshe.livejournal.com]

Very early on Tuesday morning; still dark

I did not forget.

I learned what had happened in fractured dreams. I am used to the language of this world; I am not confused by symbol. This was a dreamscape of broken teeth and falling, and I knew that a ripple of anxiety had passed through the town, great enough to have sent many tumbling over cliffs or holding their teeth in their hands in dream. Nightmares are not uncommon in Excolo, but this was on a greater scale than usual. And then there were the holes, torn places in the fabric of things where minds had been plundered, the usual places in human heads crammed with dreaming thoughts riddled with fractures. I walked through this dreamscape, and I was frightened.

I have some measure now of what happened. Tezcatlipoca, that angry and immature god! It seems he has remembered more of his power, but not caution, not respect. That he brought this down even on Iblis - for so I have sensed, through dreams of surpassing beauty - alarms me, because it shows his power has grown great indeed, and he cannot be trusted with such power. But on the other hand, that he would turn such power even on his paramour is in a strange way comforting. Perhaps he is once again becoming Enemy of Both Sides. Since he cannot be an ally, he can be my enemy's enemy, and that is something, perhaps. Perhaps something important indeed.

[OPEN]

All men dream, but not equally.

[goddessnanshe.livejournal.com]

Very early on Tuesday morning; still dark

I did not forget.

I learned what had happened in fractured dreams. I am used to the language of this world; I am not confused by symbol. This was a dreamscape of broken teeth and falling, and I knew that a ripple of anxiety had passed through the town, great enough to have sent many tumbling over cliffs or holding their teeth in their hands in dream. Nightmares are not uncommon in Excolo, but this was on a greater scale than usual. And then there were the holes, torn places in the fabric of things where minds had been plundered, the usual places in human heads crammed with dreaming thoughts riddled with fractures. I walked through this dreamscape, and I was frightened.

I have some measure now of what happened. Tezcatlipoca, that angry and immature god! It seems he has remembered more of his power, but not caution, not respect. That he brought this down even on Iblis - for so I have sensed, through dreams of surpassing beauty - alarms me, because it shows his power has grown great indeed, and he cannot be trusted with such power. But on the other hand, that he would turn such power even on his paramour is in a strange way comforting. Perhaps he is once again becoming Enemy of Both Sides. Since he cannot be an ally, he can be my enemy's enemy, and that is something, perhaps. Perhaps something important indeed.

[OPEN]